Inspector Xianchan Chenchen of the Flame Capital Statistics Department.
The Grand Steward of the National Salvation and Relief Society.
The recently resurrected Iron-Masked Monster Number Two.
The Hidden Sword Assassin (fake)/victim Qin Leyin.
The four men, each harboring their own schemes, silently rode the same mechanical lift from the sixth floor of the Platinum Tower to the seventh. Le Yu suddenly realized that this was the perfect opportunity to wipe them all out—the mechanical lift offered nowhere to escape. If he simply cut the sliding chain beside him with one strike, the lift would plummet. Falling dozens of meters from the seventh floor, they might not die, but they would certainly end up crippled.
Although Le Yu wouldn't be able to escape either, he didn't care about becoming crippled. With the Medical Officer Department around, as long as Le Yu still had a breath left in him, he could sit bolt upright in the jaws of death. That was the confidence that fantasy-grade medical facilities gave martial artists. Under normal circumstances, even if Yan Yi recovered eventually, she would become a disabled person suffering from incontinence. But with the Medical Officer Department around, she could continue rampaging through the Imperial Academy as a beautiful young teacher after a couple of days.
Even taking the worst-case scenario, if the mechanical lift's fall didn't kill the Grand Steward and the Iron-Masked Man, how would they get to the seventh floor without the lift? Climb up from outside the tower?
Yet just as this thought surfaced in Le Yu's mind, the Grand Steward suddenly smiled. "I wonder if there's a great villain waiting for us."
"Huh?"
"Isn't that how it always happens in novels? Just when the protagonists have overcome countless hardships, lost countless comrades, and are finally about to achieve their goal,